B.o.B feat. Young Thug – Xantastic Lyrics

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(Chorus – B.o.B & Young Thug)
Feeling xantastic
Weaving through traffic, weave
Girl, next to me nasty
Fine as all get out
I reckon she the baddest, bad
She be too attached to me, attached
Might pull out the Aston, Aston
Make em all sit up, weave
They say we too flashy, weave
All designer fashion, weave
We ain’t never had s**t, weave
That’s why we gotta put on, weave
Diamonds on me spazzing, weave
Keeping this passion, weave
In case you was asking weave
Get down for the get down

(Verse 1 – Young Thug)
Snorting cocaine while you’re yawning
Do everything under the sun, doing everything
Shooting dice until the morning
Like a phone, if you not rock star, you boring, ring
Piccadilly, wrists spilled me, Richard Mille
On they wish list, and they riches, really, really
Cocaine like a mob boss, taller than my ceiling
I can spark a world war, bring me back your kiddy
I can be your ring tone
I’m flying to the clouds, yeah
And no I ain’t coming down, yeah
My mama moved my round, yeah
Cloud 9, ninth round, yeah
Repeat my sound, yeah
Repeat my sound, yeah

(Chorus – B.o.B & Young Thug)
Feeling xantastic
Weaving through traffic, we
Girl, next to me nasty
Fine as all get out
I reckon she the baddest, bad
She be too attached to me, attached
Might pull out the Aston, Aston
Make em all sit up, we
They say we too flashy, we
All designer fashion, we
We ain’t never had s**t, we
That’s why we gotta put on, we
Diamonds on me spazzing, we
Keeping this passion, we
In case you was asking, we
It don’t really get on

(Verse 2 – B.o.B)
I’m walking sleep but still awake
I honestly can’t feel my face, no
She asking me am I okay
I shoot a wink and take a drink, yo, yo, yeah
What, you don’t want me to party? What don’t you want?
What, you gon’ want me to molly?
You want me stuck in apartment?
Family feud with Steve Harvey
See out the bullet in Charlotte
They showing ass and titties
What you want me to pretend
Like all of this don’t exist?
All of these Xans, they hit
All of this cannabis
Twist every chance I get
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep saying I’ma quit
Keep saying I’ma quit
But every day I contradict
Ain’t that a bi**h?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Chorus – B.o.B & Young Thug
Feeling xantastic
Weaving through traffic, we
Girl, next to me nasty
Fine as all get out
I reckon she the baddest, bad
She be too attached to me, attached
Might pull out the Aston, Aston
Make em all sit up, we
They say we too flashy, we
All designer fashion, we
We ain’t never had s**t, we
That’s why we gotta put on, we
Diamonds on me spazzing, we
Keeping this passion, we
In case you was asking, we
It don’t really get on